I think I'm in some kind of time warp or maybe, a sadistic variation of the movie "Groundhog Day". It all began last Wednesday when, as you may recall, Emilio and I had just purchased spirits and were on the way to Emilio's house to have a cocktail and then mosey over to AREA 51 at Lakes Cafe for rest and recreation. On the way, the Cadillac decided that it would no longer cooperate and went into cardiac arrest.
Two days later, Dr. McCannick performed surgery on "Betsy" and voila, ready for Freddy (without A.C. though, as he simply removed the damaged AC clutch, thus eliminating same from working).
Fast forward to last evening, same players, similar plan, same destination. We arrived at Lakes Cafe to find it somewhat empty. We ordered cocktails and relaxed a bit, surveying the few candidates in the area for possibilities. After determining that plan "A" was no longer desirable, we reverted to alternate plan "B" which entailed picking up Chinese food and going to play dominoes.
Arriving at the Chinese place to pick up the order, I ran over a curb that was unlit and protruding in an illogical way in the parking area. The bump was substantial, but everything seemed to be ok and we parked and picked up the order. When I tried to start the car, the battery was dead.
We got a jump and on the way home, the lights went out completely and we barely made it to another shopping center. After getting another jump, we drove towards Emilio's house but had to abandon the car at Dr. Marc's house as it died again en route.
Today, we managed to get the car to my car surgeon and guess what? After my thinking that the alternator had died completely (at a repair cost of $300-400), it turns out that the "bump" in the parking lot at the Chinese place dislodged a connecting wire and all the mechanic had to do was plug it back in. Final cost....$0.00. Cost of frustration and anxiety....priceless !The Pictures: Today's pictures are a few of my favorites in no random order as I am mentally spent after just returning from today's escapades and had no time to "surf the Net".
This Date In History: 1602; The Dutch East India Company is charted to establish bases and fortifications against Spain and Portugal, in return for a monopoly of trade in the Indian and Pacific oceans. 1852; Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin" is first published in book form. 1956; France recognizes the independence of its protectorate of Tunisia. The bey of Tunis is head of state with Habib ben Ali Bourguiba as prime minister. 1969; John Lennon and Yoko Ono marry on the Rock of Gibraltar.1995; Nerve gas kills 12 people and injures about 5,000 on the underground railroad in Tokyo, Japan. Two days later police raid the offices of the Aum Shinrikyo religious sect (founded in 1987) in Kamikuishiki.
Birthdays: Henrik Ibsen, Norwegian dramatist (1828), Sir Michael Redgrave, British stage and motion-picture actor (1908), Bobby Orr, Canadian ice hockey player (1948), Holly Hunter, actress (1958).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming: Brother Kirt came up with this story:
A gas station owner in Louisiana was trying to increase his sales. So he put up a sign that read, "Free Sex with Fill-Up." Soon a local farmer pulled in, filled his tank and asked for his free sex.The owner told him to pick a number from 1 to 10, if he guessed correctly he would get his free sex. The farmer guessed 8, and the proprietor said, "You were close. The number was 7. Sorry, no sex this time."
A week later, the same farmer, along with a buddy, Jamal, pulled in for another fill-up and again he asked for his free sex.The proprietor again gave him the same story, and asked him to guess the correct number. The farmer guessed 2 this time, the proprietor said,"Sorry, it was 3, you were close, but no free sex this time."
As they were driving away, the farmer said to his buddy, "I think that game is rigged and he doesn't really give away free sex." Jamal replied, "No it ain't, Willie, it ain't rigged. My wife won twice last week."
Beer and the quotes it has helped create over the years...
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
Drunk is feeling sophisticated when you can't say it.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?
Beauty lies in the hands of the beer holder.
If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
That's it for today my little armadillos. More tomorrow.
Stay Tuned !